Help! My Patient Is A Futanari! - Ashley Berry - ebook
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The last thing Dr. Saanvi Prabhu wanted was a difficult patient first thing in the morning. But that’s exactly what she got when Olivia arrived with a big, hard and very personal problem. The good doctor must forgo traditional medicine, and deliver some hands-on sensual healing. There’s only one problem: when your patient is a desperate teenage futanari, one visit simply isn’t enough! HELP! MY PATIENT IS A FUTANARI! is over 10,000 words of sexy fun between a female doctor and her futanari patient, with a HEA ending.~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ It was an unusually quiet morning for Dr. Saanvi Prabhu. Only one patient’s name came up in the system, and it was Olivia Lombardy–a name she found strangely familiar but came with no records. She said the name out loud, feeling it on her tongue. “Where do I know this one?” The patient’s date of birth indicated that she had just turned eighteen, so if Saanvi had seen her before, it must have been when the patient was a kid. Saanvi took off her black-rimmed glasses and wiped them with a tissue. No face came to mind to match that name, but that was to be expected. How many thousands of patients had she seen over the years? She liked to think she had a good memory for names and faces, but even she couldn’t remember all of them. “Might as well solve this mystery now,” she said, blowing a strand of thick, black hair from her face and slipping her glasses back on before stepping out into the waiting room. “Miss Lombardy?” A young woman with strawberry blonde curls looked up at her and smiled. She had delicate white skin and was a little chubby, but had a kind face that would make anybody want to be her friend. Saanvi returned the smile. “Would you step into my office, please?” Olivia stood up and, head slightly lowered, followed Saanvi into the small, white doctor’s office. As the doctor closed the door behind her, she had no reason to think this day would be like any other. Little did she know that her personal and professional life would change forever after seeing this one special patient.

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Help! My Patient is a Futanari!

Cover art by Ashley Berry

Copyright 2017 Ashley Berry

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age

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It was an unusually quiet morning for Dr. Saanvi Prabhu. Only one patient’s name came up in the system, and it was Olivia Lombardy – a name she found strangely familiar but came with no records.

She said the name out loud, feeling it on her tongue. “Where do I know this one?” The patient’s date of birth indicated that she had just turned eighteen, so if Saanvi had seen her before, it must have been when the patient was a kid.

Saanvi took off her black-rimmed glasses and wiped them with a tissue. No face came to mind to match that name, but that was to be expected. How many thousands of patients had she seen over the years? She liked to think she had a good memory for names and faces, but even she couldn’t remember all of them.

“Might as well solve this mystery now,” she said, blowing a strand of thick, black hair from her face and slipping her glasses back on before stepping out into the waiting room.

“Miss Lombardy?”

A young woman with strawberry blonde curls looked up at her and smiled. She had delicate white skin and was a little chubby, but had a kind face that would make anybody want to be her friend.

Saanvi returned the smile. “Would you step into my office, please?” Olivia stood up and, head slightly lowered, followed Saanvi into the small, white doctor’s office.

As the doctor closed the door behind her, she had no reason to think this day would be like any other. Little did she know that her personal and professional life would change forever after seeing this one special patient.

*

“So, what’s the trouble today, Miss Olivia?”

Olivia shifted in her seat. Her silver-blue eyes regarded her shyly, flitting from her to the floor, then to the desk, and back again.

“Please call me Liv. My mom and dad call me ‘Miss Olivia’, and only when I’m in trouble.”

Saanvi found this an odd remark, but put it to the side and weaved her fingers together. “Sorry, Liv. Why have you come to see me today?”

“You don’t remember me, do you?” Liv’s silver-blue eyes looked shyly into her doctor’s, and her smile was gone. There was disappointment in her voice.

Saanvi was taken aback. “I, well, I’m sorry Liv, I’ve seen many patients over the years and I’m afraid I don’t quite remember you. Though I thought I recognized your name. Did I see you when you were a kid?”

Her face brightened. “Yes! I came to see you once with my mom a long time ago. I was only eight.”

Eight? she thought. Did she really expect me to remember her from one visit ten years ago? “That was my first year as a GP. Gosh, it feels like so long ago! Do you and your mother still live at Waverly Falls?”

Liv nodded. Saanvi’s first job had been at Waverly Falls, which was at least forty minutes away from her current practice. Why in the world would Liv come all this way when there were perfectly good doctors in her home town?

Her patient’s smile widened. “You were so nice, doctor. My mom didn’t like you, but I thought you were really sweet and cool. Even when my mom said I couldn’t have any candy, because they’re banned at my house, you slipped one into my hand when she wasn’t looking. It was the nicest thing any doctor had ever done for me.”

“You have a pretty good memory,” Saanvi replied awkwardly, not remembering that at all. Granted, that had been her first year, and she certainly wasn’t that bright-eyed, eager-to-please young doctor anymore. Not by a long shot.

“Do you remember what I came in to see you for?”

Dr. Saanvi Prabhu shook her head. She took a quick glance at her screen and found there were still no other patients waiting. Thank goodness it’s a slow morning.

“My mom brought me to you because you were the only female doctor around that day; she would never have let a man touch me. That was the day one of the other girls had hit me with her bike, and I’d hurt my head on the road. Mom was worried sick that I’d had a concussion.”

Saanvi stared at her. “And did you?”

She rolled her eyes. “No. Well, you said I didn’t. Mom was just being a worry wart.”

Saanvi shrugged. “So. What brings you to me today, after all these years?”

“Oh, sorry! Um, well, Mom never let me go to the doctor before on my own, especially not to ask about this problem. But since I’m legally an adult now, I figured that she can’t really stop me, can she? I mean it’s not like I need her permission to come to you or anything.” She lowered her voice. “In any case, I told her I was handing out leaflets for the church.” She giggled, like a child sneaking an R-rated movie behind her parents’ backs. “What she doesn’t know can’t make her angry, right?”

“No, it’s can’t.” Saanvi was starting to remember the woman who had brought little Olivia Lombardy to see her all those years ago. She had been a small, dumpy woman with a no-nonsense look about her bulldoggish face, with no common sense to match. In fact, Saanvi distinctly recalled that when Olivia had complained about pain on her hip and legs after her fall, her mother had been adamant that Dr. Saanvi not look at these injuries. “She’s not taking her pants off in front of a stranger,” the woman had insisted. “Just tell me if her head’s fine, and her father and I can deal with the rest at home.”

“How is your mother?” Saanvi asked with no sincerity.

Olivia shrugged. “Same. She would kill me if she found out I was seeing a doctor about this, but…”

Dr. Saanvi was getting sick of this coyness. She could deal with a shy child, but Olivia was a grown woman. Sure, her bashfulness was likely the result of an overbearing, ignorant parents, but—

And were you the most confident, socially together eighteen-year-old?

“Shut up, conscience,” she murmured.

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Just tell me what the problem is, Liv.”

She shifted in her seat. “I’ve been dealing with…well, swelling. Lots of it.”

“Swelling? Where?”